To the tune of "Don't Cry for me, Argentina". All together now....
You don't frighten me, large India
The truth is, we will defeat you
We had Mumbai fun
and soon it's 3-1
You can't get Cook out,
hear Sunny sook out!
KP is getting his eye in
Your fielders are slowly dyin'
He's far too clever
they're chasing leather
You can't play Monty,
you bunch of donkeys!
You reckoned you would brownwash us
The trouble is: you're atrocious!